Yesterday night after getting back from a gig which I was not totally expecting to experience, I was surprised to find the internet connection down. Ever since I had moved into the new apartment in Andheri (W), the connectivity has been pretty reliable and there have been no major breakdowns until now. I was disappointed but not too worried.
The Vodafone International calling card that I had invested in a couple of months back, which had started looking like an ill-thought, overzealous expense, came to the rescue. I was able to call and have a longish phone conversation with Vinokur. It had been a very long time since we had a longish conversation on the phone. We used to have long conversations when I was in the hospital. But since my course got over, we had pretty much been dependent on Skype.
We realized how different it actually is the listen to each other’s voices over a telephone line. He sounded shriller and edgier. I sounded eager and more focused on the topic. This is of course as compared to Skype and real life. It’s really funny to note how Skype and real life had almost blended into each other. In both we can see each other, make out others facial expressions, thus making it almost like actual physical presence.
We hung up late yesterday night after having used up a good hundred plus rupees on the calling card hoping to resume the usual service tonight. Things don’t end up being that sweet in our beloved India. Despite having made a dozen and more phone calls since morning, the ISP’s customer service has not yet been able to solve the problem – the set of keys to open a control-box on top of my building is missing!
It’s very frustrating, especially because it’s late Saturday evening which means that I won’t have my internet back up at least until Monday morning. I’m already starting to miss blogging and blog reading – both of which I can ‘partially’ achieve through my mobile phone. But my real worry is that I’m going to be missing my warmer, relaxed, livelier Vinokur and the with his expressions and the warmth of his ‘hi-bandwidth’ voice.